Musings From the Music Box

Learned to play it cool, but I’m dying inside
Longing for a sanctuary, someplace I could hide
from the uncertainty and chaos that’s dragging me down
but there’s nowhere to go and this madness surrounds
this choking feeling that strips you of breath
the horrid delusion that you have nothing left
the never-ending hours before the sunrise
and the cold resignation of wishing you’d died
words don’t exist strong enough to express
the extent of this pain or the cold loneliness
that I feel every hour of every day
while pleading with God to take it away.